I don’t “do” kids
The one where I point out that someone summed up how I feel about something better than I could. And she did it with a Jersey Shore reference. Crap.
Aug 31st
I’m going to wait here while you go read this post by CityGal, a blog I’ll confess, I had never read before last week.
Finished? Okay, so yeah…
This pretty much sums up how I feel. And how I’ve felt about the whole marriage thing for quite a while, aside from my many other feelings about the efficacy of marriage as a social construct or legal institution. This is purely me, as a single woman. Minus the whole “Jersey Shore” thing. I’ll admit to watching four episodes out of train-wreck like interest, but I couldn’t stomach more than that.
But this “shirt before the shirt” concept is an interesting one. I actually remember the day when, “but you’re just so much…fun!” started to sound like an insult, rather than a compliment. And really, it’s not about marriage. I have no desire to get married.
What it IS about, though, is someone saying, “You. I want to be with you, even when things aren’t fun. Even when you’re in a bad mood or upset or sad. I want to be with you because of exactly who you are…but yeah, you could be a little less sarcastic at me, okay?”
I’m just trying to be realistic.
Being the girl who’s “a lot of fun” is great, for a while. I’m sort of tired of it now, though. I think I’ve been trying to make myself less fun, actually, in an effort to escape this bullshit. With one exception, pretty much everyone I’ve dated for any length of time has married or moved in with (quickly) the next woman he dated. It’s starting to feel like the plot of a really bad chick flick. Didn’t they make something like this with…Dane Cook? See? My life, reduced to a movie starring DANE COOK. That’s not good, people.
I can’t be anything but myself, though. It’s just that “myself” is pretty complicated. As, I imagine, are most people.
What is it about me, though, that screams “shirt before the shirt”? Why is it that married men are drawn to me like cats to catnip? To be fair, men who cling to me like Saran Wrap scare the ever-loving crap out of me, but there must be a happy medium, right?
RIGHT?
Someone asked me not too long ago why I’m not married. My reply? “I’m not marriage material.” I’m really not. I’m strong-willed and opinionated and sarcastic and funny. I probably won’t do your laundry or have dinner on the table by 6:00 every night. I’m unlikely to be waiting for you in heels and pretty dress with a martini, all fixed up after my hard day of vacuuming. I have dreams and goals and aspirations. Most of all, I don’t need you, whoever you are.
I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re thinking, but Shine, not all marriages have to be that way. Plenty of smart, funny, strong women get married. And I won’t argue with you. But in my experience (at least in the place where I live) the people who find marriage to be important? They subscribe to much more stereotypically traditional gender roles. Moreover, most people, whether they admit it or not, in my experience, really like to feel needed (to a point). I’m unlikely to make anyone feel that way, unless I’ve lost my mind. It happened once, sort of, and it wasn’t pretty.
Plus, I just think marriage is a ridiculous idea. I even think I won @newslacker over at dinner last night. He’s basically the only person who ever agrees with me about any of this stuff (and he’s every bit as cynical as I am), but he’s still sort of on the marriage train. And he’s done it before, so he has no excuse. To those of you out there who are happily married: Congratulations! I’m happy for you. But I don’t think it works for everyone and I think as a concept, it’s outdated and a little silly. As a romantic gesture? I totally get it. As a business contract (which, legally, it is), though, it doesn’t make any logical sense. Especially if you don’t want to have children, which I don’t.
So because I don’t think marriage is important, am I forever doomed to be the shirt before the shirt? If you’re looking to meet the woman you’ll marry or live with or whatever, feel free to date me for a while. You’ll probably find her immediately.
I’m finally ready.
Jul 26th
This weekend was kind of rough. I had some minor surgery. Yes, I’m okay. There’s no reason to be worried. Plus, I can guarantee you won’t out-worry my friends, so you might as well just focus on your own stuff. I’m okay with that.
Anyway, I actually feel much MUCH better. Finally. There are lots of things I want to talk about, but this morning, there’s only one thing on my mind. And he looks a little something like this:
You see, in 1999, I got a dog. I went to the SPCA and there she was, sitting in her water bowl. Little did I know, this would later be not nearly as cute. I took her home and loved her more than I’ve loved most people in my life. She was my baby. Her name was Peanut.
Then, about a year and a half ago, she died. I’m not going to say any more about it because, well, I cried every time I had to say something about her yesterday, and I don’t really feel like crying this morning.
I didn’t get a new dog right away, because for me, it wasn’t just about having a dog. It was about having Peanut. Plus, a dog is a pretty serious commitment and one I just wasn’t ready to jump into. Yes, my fear of commitment even boils over into caring for animals.
And it’s not that I didn’t think I’d ever love another dog. It was just that I wasn’t ready.
Well, yesterday, apparently I was ready. Because yesterday, I went to the SPCA, just to check things out. I was under no circumstances going to get a puppy. Or a dog. But definitely not a puppy. No potty-training and having my shoes chewed. No whining and barking and yapping. Not for me. No sir.
When I walked in, I saw him. And oh, how cute he was. Just look at that face (above). I was strong, though. I moved on. I didn’t even slow down in the puppy section. I went straight for the grown-up dogs. I walked by each dog. There were lots of adorable ones, lots of sad ones. One in particular sort of yanked on my heart strings. A five-year-old Chow Chow with some sort of skin situation. She was so chill and so beautiful. Just the cutest little face.
But I was strong. I wanted a small dog, if I was going to get a dog. I live in an apartment, and I don’t want to subject a larger dog to the confines again. Peanut was a straight-up apartment dog. She lived in an apartment most of her life, but I still felt bad that she couldn’t run around the way she might want to. She was a German Shepard/Rottweiler mix. She weight about 90 pounds. She was adorable, but do you know how hard it is to find an apartment with a 90-pound Rottweiler mix? Yeah…so I knew I wanted a small dog. And nothing that could be considered aggressive (despite the fact that Peanut was scared of most bugs and never aggressed anything that didn’t aggress her first). And so I walked out of the dog section and back toward the door.
Where I ran into my old friend, cute tiny puppy. So I asked if I could play with him for a few minutes. I should have known better. He’s ridiculously sweet and so cute, you just want to eat him up. And now, he lives with me. We spent our first night together last night, snuggling. He experienced some separation anxiety, which resulting in some high-pitched squealing, this morning while I was in the shower. I think it will pass once he’s more comfortable, though.
They said he came to the shelter from another shelter, with a truck load of his friends. He was so matted, they had to cut off the hair around his waist. But only that hair, go figure. So he looks a little…flock of seagulls right now, in the abdominal area. He was infested with fleas and had two different parasites. My heart just broke to hear the story. I’ll never understand people who treat animals that way.
They named him Sparky at the shelter, but I’m still working on a real name for him. Sparky is my default nickname for people who are being idiots, so I’m sure he’ll still get called that sometime. I can’t decide if he needs a people name or another name. I’m usually really good at naming things, but I’m at a loss, so far. I want to see a little more of his personality before I settle on something.
He’s a little ball of energy, but he’s perfectly willing to sit down and snuggle with me, when I’m ready to relax. Also, he’s a morning person. Which we WILL have to fix. I can’t handle that much cheerful in the mornings. Right now, he’s sitting on his bed, behind my desk, just hanging out. He’s such a good boy.
So what do you guys think? Any name suggestions?
Politicians, Happy Meals, and Prostitutes.
Jun 23rd
I’m sure you’ve heard about General McChrystal’s “incendiary comments” about…well, about everything. Mostly, I hear people feeling shock and outrage. REALLY guys? You’re SHOCKED that a lifelong military guy says bad words and doesn’t kiss ass and speaks his opinion? Sounds like just about every military guy I’ve ever known.
And really…the man is entitled to his own opinion. About the President, about the Vice President, about the war he was hired to fight; about everything. I may not (and often don’t) agree with everything the man says, but he should be allowed to say it. I’m sure getting a “talking to” from the President about calling Biden “short-sighted” was really exciting for a General in the US Military. So what if he thinks Biden is “short-sighted”? So what if he said that Obama seemed uncomfortable in a room full of military people? That’s his OPINION.
It’s entirely possible that Rolling Stone has no fucking place doing this sort of story anyway. If we, as American people, can’t handle the fact that the people we trust to defend our country have opinions and aren’t always politically correct, maybe we should keep the press out of the situation.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of war. I’m not even a fan of the way the military recruits and trains its soldiers. Read what I said there, okay? I’m not saying I don’t SUPPORT the military (though I don’t support rape or torture in any context, dudes) and have respect for the fact that they put their lives at risk to defend the freedoms I enjoy in this country. Got it? I’m just saying I wish we’d make some changes in recruitment, training, and the way women and homosexuality are treated.
(Despite how you may read that, I’m not suggesting that everyone in the military feels the same way about any given subject. Nor am I blaming rape and torture on the military. But in my opinion, which is really all I can give you on my blog, those things are issues that need to be addressed. In my opinion, the attitude toward women and homosexual people needs to be altered. That is a general statement and not meant about the thoughts of any individual serving in the military. I also sincerely doubt that I am alone in those opinions. Let’s also be mindful of the fact that I write these blogs in about 15 minutes and they don’t represent my complete thoughts about…anything.)
I guess all I’m trying to say is that I’m not at all shocked by the fact that a general in the US Military has differing opinions than politicians about the war that will never end in Afghanistan. I’m saying that I’m not shocked that some of his opinions involve curse words. I’m saying that I’m not the slightest bit shocked that when hanging with his crew, they make jokes about other people. And I’m saying that it doesn’t even phase me that the man has pissed off nearly everyone he’s come into contact with. None of that should really shock you either.
What should possibly shock you is that the Center for Science in the Public Interest is threatening to sue McDonald’s if they don’t stop “using toys to lure children to its Happy Meals.” No, I’m not joking.
Here’s a little secret, everyone: Children can’t drive. You know what that means, right? Unless you live next to a McDonald’s and you let your child run around without your knowledge, your kid probably isn’t getting to a McDonald’s if you don’t take it there.
YES, we have a problem with obesity in this country. YES, the children are fat. But seriously, it’s not McDonald’s fault. And even if they share in the blame? There are a couple dozen other fast-food joints out there who are doing the exact same things. How often do you see them getting sued for putting toys in their kids’ meals?
We should maybe all check ourselves a little bit and stop the blame game. No one puts food in your mouth but you. And you, as a parent, are responsible for your child’s food intake, at least until high school. I’ll admit that I wouldn’t want to wrestle with a teenager about nutrition, but we can add that to the many reasons I should never have kids.
Even better than that, the City of Arlington has decided that there’s too much prostitution going on in their parts. They’re proposing to ban people who have been convicted of any prostitution offense (within two years) from the Arts and Entertainment District.
I’m sorry, hang on while I laugh a little at calling anything in Arlington, Texas an “Arts and Entertainment District.” Get all pissy if you must, but when I think of Arts and Entertainment, I don’t even think of Texas, much less Arlington.
Aside from the obvious problem of enforcement (unless we’re going to start tattooing people’s foreheads or something), what about the way that this sort of…tramples on the constitutional rights of people who have served their time or paid their fine? No? We’re not worried about that, because we’re talking about dirty dirty people who would…PAY FOR SEX! Oh no!
Is anyone else kind of puzzled as to why the burglars and murderers get a pass here?
It’s cool, though, because they’re going to warn everyone who’s been convicted of such a crime BEFORE they kick them out and arrest them. Oh, and if you have a good reason, you’re allowed to be there. Good reasons include: You work there, you’re seeing a doctor, you’re seeing an attorney. Good reasons do not include: You’re going to a Cowboys game, you’re going to a Rangers game, you just fucking want to be because you have the right to go anywhere you fucking please as a free citizen of this state.
Police Chief Bowman? I hate to tell you this, but no, this is not “a pretty creative and innovative way to deal with one of the world’s oldest problems.” It’s nearly impossible to enforce and it seems in direct conflict with the Bill of Rights. But what do I know? I’m just a lowly archaeologist.
Personally, I love the way you guys contradict yourselves on the subject. (And being the cynic I am, I wonder how many of you public figures are partaking in the very services you condemn, but that’s a topic for another day.)
From the first page of the article: “It’s a family oriented environment. Visible prostitution on the streets could certainly take away from that ambiance,” said north Arlington council member Mel LeBlanc, who represents the entertainment district.
From the second page: The zone would provide another way for police to keep up with a changing illicit sex industry, which has become less visible with the advent of technology.
So it’s a problem with visible prostitution that’s no longer visible because of technology? Interesting.
This is all getting a bit old, isn’t it?
Yeah, let’s all be HUGE.
Jun 21st
First, let’s take care of some blogosphere business: LILU IS GOING TO BE YOUR MTV TJ! But only if you vote for her. So you should go read her blog and follow her on Twitter ( @livitluvit ) and all that mess. Oh, and her bio for the competition is here. She’s hilarious and you know it and none of those other “contestants” can even compare. I mean, unless one of them is you. Then I’m sure you’re super, too. Oops.
Also, here’s a bigger picture of her in a confusing floral-print dress than you will ever see of me on my blog:

***Disclaimer: This is my OPINION based on only having seen previews for this show. Also, the website talks about offering up advice on healthy eating for teenagers and such. I’m not in any way suggesting that the show itself will be ABOUT that, just that if that were to happen, it wouldn’t be a bad thing. I am absolutely making judgments without having seen the show, as it hasn’t aired yet. This is my blog, I’m allowed to do that. It was simply a way to talk about the way I perceive overweight people are generally portrayed on television and in the media. If this show turns out to be something other than that, I will happily sing its praises.
I don’t know if you’ve seen advertisements for ABC Family’s latest show “Huge,” but I gotta tell you, they’re pissing me off a little with this one.
The show is set at fat weight-loss camp. A bunch of teenagers struggle with their weight and try to find their true selves. Blech.
On the surface, I guess it’s not so bad. Teaching kids to make healthier choices isn’t the stuff of evil, I recognize. If this show will actually accomplish that. Which I doubt.
Here we are, once again, showing that it is FOR SHAME to be on the heavy side. I’ll just go ahead and make my prediction now that all the kiddos on the show suddenly “find themselves” and decide to lose the weight.
It makes me puke. Look, it’s hard enough to be a fat kid. Must all shows about people who are overweight be set in fat weight-loss camps? Anything that helps people be more healthy is A-OK in my book, but this…just isn’t it. It looks like more guilt and shame. “Oh, so you’re fat? Why aren’t you at fat camp like those kids on TV? That’s where you belong. Put down the Pringle.”
Assholes.
I’m a 30-year-old woman. I wear a size 12 dress. (Well, in most stores. Inconsistencies in clothing sizes are a problem for another post.) You can take this to the bank: By most people’s standards, I’m considered fat. This is because most people’s standards are determined by models and actresses.
To put a bunch of overweight kids on a show that takes place in fat weight-loss camp isn’t doing anyone any good. Just like having skinny people act like they’re fat on TV shows isn’t doing anyone any good. Just like only casting overweight people in roles where their weight is going to be the main focus of their character isn’t doing anyone any good.
And frankly? I’m fucking sick of it.
There are no laws about discriminating against fat people. Because most of society has decided that being fat is “disgusting.” People are cruel to “help them out.” You know, because fat people are also stupid and less than human.
Until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes, I suggest you leave them the fuck alone.
I will agree that at a certain point, weight can become very unhealthy. But trust me, it’s not at a size 12. Or even a size 14. Probably not even a size 16. (Sorry, men, I don’t know anything about your sizes.) Michelle (below, in the comments) makes an excellent point. The point I should be making here is that the NUMBER doesn’t matter. Not the number on the scale, not the number in your clothes. Everyone’s body is different. Keep your heart healthy. Keep your arteries clean. Get up and do things. Eat vegetables. But most of all? Find your happy. And I’m not sure why it’s acceptable to judge people so harshly solely based on something as superficial as weight. What about brains? Personality? Charm? Wit? Sense of humor? Generosity? Kindness? None of those things matter as much as how you look in a bikini, I’m sad to say.
I’d like to live in a world where we judge people based on things that are actually important. I’m not naive enough to think that people don’t judge other people. I’d like to live in a world where an average-sized person could be cast on a TV show or in a movie and his or her weight is never discussed. I’d like to live in a world where we recognize that we’re all people and we all struggle with something. Just please…still no leggings as pants.
I don’t do Follow Friday.
Jun 8th
There’s this thing people do on Twitter: Follow Friday (#FF).
I don’t do it. Honestly, I don’t even generally see the point in it.
Occasionally people will include me on their #FF list (thanks!). I feel like an asshole, but I never reciprocate. I hardly ever follow anyone because they appeared on a #FF list. I just don’t get it.
(Personally, I think @sherryrose wins for getting people to follow each other. In case you haven’t seen it, she totally does Twitter introductions and I love them.)
However, last Friday, I landed on the mothership of bizarre-O #FF list.
You know me, right? Raging atheist. Hates most things ‘tween.’ And then I saw this:
I was put on a #FF list with a Jesus website AND Justin Beiber. I’m pretty sure the world is ending. Stock up on canned goods and find a bunker.
And just in case you think that Jesus website is a joke…so did I. But this is a screenshot of just the first part. I can’t look at the rest. I’m scared.
In case you’re bored and need some things to read on the internets:
You can check out my reviews of Solitary Man and Killers on Red Carpet Crash. (Coming soon: Helena Bonham Carter claims singing got her pregnant!)
Also, don’t forget to read the Femme Writes posts for this month’s Women in the Workplace.
And I have a new post up on Femme Writes about abortions in military hospitals.









